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They say parting is sweet sorrow. How true. Our son left for home a couple of days ago. Today our daughter, Yvonne, returned from Michigan with Cal and Emm. They will be leaving for Phoenix tomorrow. We spend the day playing in the backyard – hitting baseballs and catching bugs.
At lunch I tell the boys about some of the radio programs I used to listen to when I was a kid. Don’t know if the concept really struck home with them. They would get a kick out of the opening to Smilin’ Ed’s Show. He would say, “Plunk your magic twanger, Froggy.” SFX: Boing. Then Froggy would appear and say, “Hi ya, kids. Hi, ya. Hi, ya. Hi, ya.”
The boys would roar and say, “Do it again, Grandpa.” And so it would go. The smiles on their faces were better than the memories of the old days listening to the radio.
On our trip to the airport Calvin spotted a playground. “Can we stop, Grandpa? I need to play some more.” How difficult it is to say no.
At the airport we were hugged and kissed. I waved goodbye as they walked off, a tear stinging my eye.
Today’s candy is all too bittersweet.
Ciao
At lunch I tell the boys about some of the radio programs I used to listen to when I was a kid. Don’t know if the concept really struck home with them. They would get a kick out of the opening to Smilin’ Ed’s Show. He would say, “Plunk your magic twanger, Froggy.” SFX: Boing. Then Froggy would appear and say, “Hi ya, kids. Hi, ya. Hi, ya. Hi, ya.”
The boys would roar and say, “Do it again, Grandpa.” And so it would go. The smiles on their faces were better than the memories of the old days listening to the radio.
On our trip to the airport Calvin spotted a playground. “Can we stop, Grandpa? I need to play some more.” How difficult it is to say no.
At the airport we were hugged and kissed. I waved goodbye as they walked off, a tear stinging my eye.
Today’s candy is all too bittersweet.
Ciao
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